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Thursday, August 7, 2014

Wrestling Within - Morning Wake up Sex

Hey everyone:

Started the next chapter of the third Wrestling Within book and Derek and Scott decided wake-up sex was in order. Enjoy!

The
next morning Derek and Scott had a class together. Music was one of Derek’s
passions and Scott had electives to complete, so he decided to learn a bit
about Derek’s talent. Maybe he’d even be able to give a shot at mixing himself
if he learned enough.

Stretching
his arms above his head, Scott savored the way his muscles strained in protest
before shaking the remnants of sleep. His cock was straining in his boxers. The
fact he had a clear view of Derek’s twin only served to fuel his horniness.

Slipping
his hand along Derek’s abdomen, he wriggled his fingers under the waistband of
snug briefs, deftly wrapping his slender fingers around Derek’s heated mast.
Derek groaned and arched his hips into Scott’s hand, then cleared his throat.
“Morning.”

“More
like morning glory.” He felt a smile slip across his face as devilish thoughts
filtered into his head. Leaning into Derek’s neck, he brushed air-light kisses
on the soft skin, trailing a path down to his collarbone, down his chest and
stomach, until his cheek nestled against Derek’s naval.

He
inhaled deeply, savoring the rustic scent of sweat and arousal, then worked the
barrier of fabric down Derek’s legs until they bunched at the foot of their
bed. There was no instinct to draw his longing out, nor Derek’s

In
one smooth motion, he swallowed Derek’s cock all the way to the base,
delighting in the mixture of salt and semen stimulating his taste buds. He
traveled up and down Derek’s length, each trip causing the vein at the back of
Derek’s shaft to thicken and pulse.

When
the first droplet of precome entered Scott’s mouth, his reserves burst.
Releasing his prize, he slid back up Derek’s body and captured him in a heated
kiss.

Derek
tried to withdraw. “Scott. Morning breath. Yuck.”

“Does
my breath stink? Shit.” He hadn’t considered that Derek would complain after waking
to a blow job.

“No.
My breath. I feel like a skunk crawled up another skunks ass and farted in
there.” He smiled, but covered his mouth.

More
determined than ever, Scott crawled on top of Derek, straddling his waist. “Do
you think I give a shit about that?” He leaned down and kissed Derek once
again, reaching behind him so he could fondle the hardened length of flesh
brushing against his ass.

More
precome adorned the crown and he used the slickness to coat Derek’s dick, then
rubbed it against his own hole. Without speaking, he shifted his weight and
sank onto Derek until the head popped through his tight ring of muscle. The
burn only lasted a second, followed by blissful electricity flowing through
him.

Derek
gasped, but made no move to stop him.

Encouraged,
Scott lowered his weight, stopping every inch or so to adjust to the stretch,
then continuing his journey. When he finally seated himself against Derek’s
pelvis bone, he paused, luxuriating in the sense of fullness and connection.

Derek’s
eyes were closed and his lips pulled into a dream-like smile. Normally, Scott
insisted they maintain eye contact during sex, but this morning wasn’t about
tenderness. He wanted to feel Derek inside him, rough and manly, until he blew
his load all over that beautifully toned chest. Or maybe he’d straddle Derek’s
neck and come all over his face. He wouldn’t know until the moment was upon
him, but the possibilities were endless.

Derek
began to buck up in tandem with Scott’s rocking, rutting against his sweet spot
with each stroke. It didn’t take long for Derek’s breath to become ragged and
then his eyes to squint with that ecstatic sense of euphoria which always
preceded a massive orgasm.

“Scott.
Not gonna be able to―” He couldn’t even finish his sentence as his cock
expanded even more inside of Scott, jutting inside him with each pulse of his
release. Gargled sounds emitted from somewhere deep inside Derek’s chest as he
fought to contain the shout itching to fill the room. Sweat formed on his chest
and pooled in the crevice between his pectoral muscles, the rest of his skin
shining with moisture.

Heat
filled Scott from the inside out, and each movement of Derek’s body sent his
head reeling with pleasure until his own limits were reached.

Raising
himself, he felt the fullness of semen and come filling his ass. He slid up
Derek’s body and straddled his neck, not recalling having decided to do so, and
gripped his own cock in his right hand, stroking it feverishly as his orgasm
built up inside.

Derek
tilted his head up and opened his mouth, a clear invitation for what he wanted
Scott to do.

All
too willing to oblige, Scott angled his cock so the head pointed directly
towards Derek’s awaiting lips just as the first wave of his orgasm his. The
first gush of come coated Derek’s lips, the bulk splashing against his cheek.
Derek gripped Scott’s ass and pulled him closer, wrapping his lips around Scott’s
cock and swirled his tongue around the over-sensitized skin just under the
crown.

The
heat brought on a new rush of need and Scott’s body bucked a few more times,
unleashing more of his fluid into Derek’s mouth. Once the waves subsided, he
slid down Derek’s body and licked the stray ropes of white liquid from Derek’s
cheek, then sealed their mouths together in a sloppy kiss.

Derek
slid one hand behind Scott’s neck, holding him in place, as he ran his tongue
in circles inside Scott’s mouth. They kissed for what felt like several
minutes, the pungent flavor of their essence fueling another hard-on from both
of them.

With
the sense of urgency sated, Scott, slid into a more comfortable position, his
head resting on Derek’s chest. “Well, that
was a great way to wake up.”

Derek
laughed weakly. “Don’t I know it? Now if I can get my legs to move, we can
shower and then grab some breakfast and head to class.”